#I'll fuck Esteban tho

[leclerking]

Could I beat them in a fight? F1 current grid edition

Keep in mind I'm literally 5'2 <3

+ Sebastian Vettel: depends, rbr seb would literally fuck me over. But seb in general would probably make me laugh and be gentle and then tuck me into bed and put me to sleep 🥰

Max Verstappen: no he's too tall but I'd literally fight him till my last breath

Sergio Perez: yes I'd bring a gun

Lewis Hamilton: no have you seen the man, he built even tho he's a (relatively) short king

George Russell: yes he's British and a private school bby, but not to dismiss that he probably knows how to pull hair in a fight

Charles Leclerc: no all he has to do is smile and I'll fold immediately

Carlos Sainz: no all he has to do is make eye contact and I'll fold immediately + that man is a tree

Fernando Alonso: no this man is feral and definitely knows how to fight. I'd be scared ngl

Lance Stroll: yes he's tall but I believe he doesn't know how to bitch fight

Lando Norris: yes he'd probably start crying and ask me to leave him alone idk I get that vibe

Oscar Piastri: why would you want to fight this cinnamon roll

Yuki Tsunoda: maybe not, i think he'd bring a vast vocabulary of words to the fight

Liam Lawson: yes I'd make him cry (affectionate) he's too naive 😭

Alex Albon: maybe not he's nice enough to let me win if I say 'please' i think

Logan Sargeant: yes not a single thought behind those eyes

Zhou Guanyu: maybe not, he probably knows martial arts

Valtteri Bottas: absolutely not, this man can go multiple rounds, insane stamina

Esteban Ocon: i literally do not know

Pierre Gasly: yes free point

Kevin Magnussen: no, he can get dirty. He's a girl dad too so it's important for him to know how to fight 😭

Nico Hulkenberg: yes, I'd bring a knife

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Would you consider doing a jealous Félix fic? Preferably around the time of the movie? I love all of your fic by the way! Your Pepa/Fèlix ones are actual perfection, thanks so much for blessing us with them🙏🫡

Sure! We LOVE some big, jealous men!

(Also thank you, thats sweet ❤️)

"I told you, he'd be fine!"

"No no. I promised him meat, meat he is going to get."

For SOME reason, his older brother, Julio, was the only man on this planet that enjoyed how Pepa cooked steaks. As such, she promised to not only make it for his birthday tomorrow, but make it out of a REALLY fine cut of meat. Julio knew little about emotions AND food, so Félix kept telling her he'd eat a fucking cow hoof if she put enough salt on it. But of course, you couldn't tell this woman that. She just HAD to get a good cut right from the butcher. She at LEAST let him go with her, so the bastard wouldn't try to cheat her by making her pay more for a shitty cut.

"Is this just because he actually likes how you cook meat?"

"I will hit you. I make GREAT steak!"

"You make beef jerky. And I love it about you-"

"You know what, you don't get to kiss me. For at least five minutes."

Ow, harsh punishment. He opened the door to the butcher shop, letting Pepa in, and letting someone else out. Pepa walked up to the meat counter, looking over at the selection for a brief second, before ringing the bell. The family never really did runs to the butcher shop, given that people ALWAYS volunteered to bring meat to their family, save Alma the trip. It was why Félix felt a bit out of place, despite having gone to a butcher shop plenty of times.

"One second, por favor!"

They waited for a man to come up from the back, wiping blood from his hands. Pepa didn't even wait till the guy got up to the counter.

"So I'm having company over and...Esteban?"

The man blinked at her, confused, before recognition flashed in his eyes.

"PEPA? Dios, it's YOU!"

The SMILE on her face. He hadn't seen that shit since this morning. Towards him.

"Oh-YOU! I KNEW I recognized those hands! I haven't seen you in years!"

"It HAS been years, hasn't it? I'd shake your hand, but I'm a bloody mess."

"Oye- I'm offended you'd offer. Last I checked, friends hugged each other."

Félix got a good look at the guy as he took off his apron and gloves, and come up behind the counter to hug her. He was a HUGE guy. Which wasn't a rare type that Pepa attracted, but this dude was also FAT. Little bits of hair stretched alongside his arms and poked out of his shirt. Pair that with his beard and he was just a mess of a man. Aka...Pepa's type. Realizing that made the tight hug feel so WEIRD to him, and it didn't get too much better when they seperated.

"It is SO good to see you again! Wow, you got to be so BEAUTIFUL!"

"What? I wasn't before?"

She huffed, but before a cloud could form, he put her hands (that looked so little in his) right onto his hairy chest.

"Pepa, you were always incredible. I'm just saying, I always wondered how you'd look as a grown woman, and here you are. Just. Wow, Pepi."

Pepi. Did this random ass dude just call HIS wife Pepi? She wasn't bothered by it like she should be, but rather, amused.

"Oh alright, ill let you get away with that one. Only because I like you."

"Your husband must be VERY lucky to-"

"Yes, I'm very lucky. I'm Félix. Her husband. Right here."

He stepped in a bit, holding his hand out to him. Esteban looked confused, before he chuckled, shaking his hand. A good grip on him too.

"So nice to meet you! Dios, the man who tied down Pepa Madrigal, in MY shop. How about that?"

"Yeah you'd think people would remember. You know, hurricane and best day of my life and all that- how exactly do I not know you?"

Pepa chuckled, waving her hand dismissively at him.

"Oh we had a few classes together. That and he was my first boyfriend. Oh I remember, back then, me and my girlfriends thought he was so cute, we called him 'esta-bien' behind his back."

Esteban rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Yeah I was uh. Nervous around girls, and apparently they liked that. Pepa was my first girlfriend and she...taught me a lot-"

"Like how he REALLY liked a good hand job."

They both had a bit of a laugh over this. Now while Félix respected Pepa's past (god knows he was no virgin mary either), it was a BIT different, being face to face with one of them.

"That's. Nice. How did you two break up anyway?"

"Oh my dad didn't like me being with girls. He wanted to get me an all boys class, but of course they said no. When he realized I was messing around with Pepa, he homeschooled me. That was the last time I saw Pepa, actually."

Pepa sighed at the memory, it clearly being special to her.

"He HATED me, but I respected what he did for the community. How IS your papi?"

Esteban fiddled with his hands, suddenly seeming so down.

"He uhm. He passed away a week ago. Heart attack."

"Oh I'm SO sorry! I had no idea!"

"I know. He said he wanted it kept to the priest, and his family. But since mom died, that kinda left just. Me."

Pepa, trying to fan away the rain clouds, frowned.

"I am SO sorry. Do you need a hug?"

"I...don't wanna make things weird, with your husband-"

"Félix is a grown man. Come here."

Now he felt for the guy. Really he did. Assuming his words were true, it must've been a rough thing to go through. But that didn't mean his face had to be RIGHT in his wife's tits during the embrace. Those were HIS (and Pepa's obviously), and it took everything in him not to bitch slap this guy away from his wife. The hug lasted a real, solid minute, and the man smiled.

"You're still sweet as ever, Pepi. Thank you. But uhm, you came here for some meat though, right?"

She pouted a bit as she lightly patted his cheek. This guy LIKED that. He could see it in his eyes.

"If you don't mind. I'm cooking for HIS brother, so it has to be special."

"For you Pepa, I'll give you the best meat I have. Here, let me show you what I have."

Esteban got behind the counter as he showed her different cuts. Félix didn't like how much he smiled at her. Didn't like how he kept finding reasons to touch her hands or talk about their past. They were happy together. She liked touching him then. Stories of how she'd constantly sneak her little hands where they shouldn't be. This guy was getting so excited, there was that twinkle in his eyes that said 'say the world, and I'll take you in a heart beat'.

"Okay so, prime rib. Anything else you recommend?"

"Well, I don't know what else you're doing with dinner, but HIGHLY recommend the sausages. I make them myself everyday! And the leftovers go to the hogs, but I'd MUCH prefer you use it to feed you and yours."

"You know what, go ahead, give me of your sausage while we're at it."

Okay this wasn't just him, right? That fucking sounded weird? That didn't sound like Pepa's cute ex wanted to think about plowing her? Couldn't be just him. Félix took a hold of it all, since that's what a husband does for HIS wife, and he was the best of them all. He stood there, waiting for this man to let go of his wife's hand.

"And you are welcome here ANY time, Pepa, only the best cuts for you."

"Disparates! We'll meet for pleasure SOME time! Maybe some cafè?"

He watched as he squeezed her hand. It was subtle, but it was there. That lovesick man, all over his wife, like a fly to shit. Don't strike him, do NOT strike him-

"I'd like that. Very much, Pepita."

He was gonna find him in a dark fucking alley. He gently nudged his wife with his elbow.

"Pepa, we can't be late. Come on."

She waved him goodbye, before Félix finally got her out of there, and on the way home. He hoped that was the end of it. It wasn't. The whole walk over, she wouldn't stop talking about this guy. About how she'd love to wear his jackets, about how he'd bring her little flowers, about how he liked being kissed right on his chin. He knew so much about this man in a few minutes, way more than what he wanted to.

"Oh and once, for english class, he wrote poetry about my hair. It was awful, but we were adorable back then. He always said they reminded him of strawberries in a field, he was SO sweet~"

"Uh huh."

Félix nodded as he started to put things away in their kitchen. Félix was sure that he as a person was great. But he was a guy who she found attractive, who wanted to fuck her. He knew he fucking did, he remembered that look in those eyes that she kept staring into-

"Félix? Are you listening to me?"

"Hmm? I'm sorry, I spaced out. What was it?"

"I was saying, easy on the cabinets! You're slamming them!"

Félix carefully shut the cabinet, muttering under his breath.

"You'd know about slamming, wouldn't you?"

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Wrong answer. Lightning cracked above her head, and she damn near slammed the meat on the counter.

"No. You speak up. You have something to say, be a man and say it."

She wanted him to say it? Fine. He turned to her, returning the same amount of huffiness as he was being given.

"I said you and your meat boy over there would KNOW about slamming, wouldn't you?"

She looked so confused. God he loved that dumb expression on her face.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about HIM. 'Esteban' this and 'Esteban' that- I'm SICK of it. That idiota WANTS you Pepa, and I want to kill him for it. I SAW his face. He wanted you. If I didn't say anything he'd probably try to pound you right on the dirty fucking floor!"

She put her hand on her chest, as if aghast.

"Félix Madrigal. Are you JEALOUS of Esteban?"

He couldn't help it. He practically slammed the cabinets shut to look at her.

"You know what, I AM, okay? I know when a man wants a woman, and that CABRON wants you!"

Pepa smirked at him, leaning against the counter.

"Are you worried big, sexy Esteban is going to sneak into the Casita when you aren't around?"

"YES."

She was fucking mocking him. She was adding fuel to the fire and he was getting angrier by the minute.

"Are you worried he's going to use all of his weight to hold me down? That him and his belly are gonna pin me down and fuck me in my own bed?"

"Pepa I'm fucking warning you, knock this shit off-"

She leaned back, letting one hand caress her thigh. She was fucking getting off to just the IDEA of her getting fucked by this guy? How DARE she?

"Are you worried he's going to make me scream? Are you worried that he's going to fuck me so good, I'll beg for him to cum in the pretty pussy you love so much?"

He pointed a finger at her, his chest rising and falling as anger made it VERY difficult to get a decent breath in.

"Don't. Don't you even FUCKING-"

"Félix...are you mad that I'll beg him to put a baby in me?"

The second she cupped her own pussy, that was it. He was angry. Enraged. Furious. Not at her, his Pepi could do no wrong. He was mad at Esteban. For tempting his wife, for threatening his fucking marriage, and being the exact kinda guy she'd sleep with. The idea of another man having the honor of stuffing this pussy full of cum and get her wife so beautifully pregnant? It was anger he couldn't relax.

"That's it- that's fucking it. You, upstairs, now."

"Maybe I'd listen to a man with more of a gut. To a man who knew how to use those big, sexy hands of-!"

He wouldn't let her finish. He had her over his shoulder in a second, hand on her ass as he carried her upstairs. He damn near kicked the door down, and threw her onto the bed hard enough to make her cry out in surprise. She looked so fucking sexy like this, the idea of some stupid meat man wanting this only made his blood boil.

"You're going to listen to your FUCKING husband. You're going to get thoughts of him out of your head, or I'll get them out FOR you."

Pepa could make a choice. She could say okay, like a good wife. Or, she could be the sexy, absolute temptress he knew she could be. He watched as she peeled off her dress (she had learned to do it so quickly, he considered it her 'other' gift), spread her legs out for him, and started to rub her pussy through her panties. She was already wet, he could see the darkness of the damp spot.

"Félix, it's not my fault. Look at him. He's so...big. He could hold me down, finger my pussy with his thick fingers, and I'd be just so helpless. It'd be so easy for him to take me~"

That was it. The straw that broke the camel's back. He took a step towards her, nearly smacked her hand away, shoved his fingers past her underwear, and right into her pussy. Normally he'd do just one or two, but she needed three. She needed three of his thick fingers to stretch her little cunt to the limit. His other hand gripped onto her thigh, forcing her to take it.

"HE doesn't get to hold you down. I'M the one who holds you the fuck-swear to god try to close these fucking legs again, I DARE you."

It was so much for her so soon, it made sense that she try to cover herself up a bit to try to stop the stimulation. They both knew the safe word, she just wanted to fucking test him. She WANTED him to lift her leg so much, it forced her on her back and her pussy in the air.

"Félix p-please-!"

"That's right, that's the name of your FUCKING husband. You think he can hold you down like this? Make your pussy sound THIS loud?"

He was practically barking at her. Her nails were gripping onto the bed, sweat soaked her red face. He could feel the wet heat in the room, it made his shirt cling to his skin, and he KNEW she liked it. She kept giving her those big, pretty, lustful eyes. Eyes for HIM, and no one else.

"I'm g-going to-"

"That's right, you're going to cum because of ME. Not HIM. I'M the only gran hombre you need. Look at me. Don't you fucking look away from your husband,"

Oh she was so fucking tight. She was soaking his fingers, she was cascading down her own fucking stomach- that fucker WISHED he could see her like this. He'd be fucking hard in a second, just like he was right now.

"Look at me when I make you cum. Right on my fingers. You wanted big fucking fingers, here the fuck they are."

She came. Her hips bucked upwards, as if somehow wanting more. Greedy little girl. She cried out for him, loud enough to sound like music to his ears. He hoped he could hear it, right from his stupid fucking butcher shop. He pulled them out of her, admiring the way her fluids made her pussy hair cling to the rest of her body. She was shaking as she gazed up at her, helpless as a bunny.

"Félix, I-"

"Over here. Facing the mirror. On your stomach. Come on, you heard papi, move it."

He gave her already sensitive pussy a smack, but despite her loud yelp, his wife was ever stubborn. She huffed at him, even turning her nose at him to piss him off further.

"Esteban wouldn't 'ask me' like a fucking child. I should go over to HIS house and-"

Fuck this man for making his wife have such a nasty fucking attitude. He dug his fingers into her hair, and yanked her to where he wanted her to go. She cried out in pain, but given how she spread her legs for him as soon as he put her in place, he could tell she liked it. Fucking Pepa was an art, and every single time, he made a masterpiece. And now, he was about to put that paint brush in her palette.

"Don't you say his fucking name. Don't you EVER say his fucking name in our fucking room, not in our fucking bed. I'll kill him. He's not going to touch you, even if he wants to. I know he does. He wants to ram you and make you feel this. But only I can."

She looked at him through the mirror, and she practically had hearts in her eyes. Such a beautiful, sexy woman.

"I'm sorry, who's name can't I say?"

"Don't say it. If you fucking say it-"

"Oh, right. Esteban ~"

This man was dead. How DARE his name be purred through such sexy lips? He pulled his cock out of his pants, and after pushing it inside her hot, wet, TIGHT pussy, laid on top of her. She swore under her breath as he did this, and he swore he saw her bite her bottom lip in absolute delight. That is, until he held onto her jaw, and shoved two of his fingers into her mouth.

"Look at me. Look at these fingers down your fucking throat. He can't give this to you. His cock can't fuck you like this. He- don't you FUCKING stop looking at me, lo juro por Dios."

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, to smack her cheek with his wet palm, only to shove them back into her mouth. Then, he started to fuck her. He WAS a heavy man, and a heavy man could pound his wife hard enough to rock the damn bed, to make it look like he was just using her for his satisfaction. But this wasn't just his jealousy. This was her desire. Her desire to be pinned down by a man as fat as him, to gag around fingers as thick as sausages, to be stretched by a cock as big as his.

"Look at me. I don't want you to even THINK of other men. I want you to look at men and think 'they can't fuck my pussy like Félix can'. Because that's right. Look at me railing you, look at me making my cock hungry wife happy. He can't do that. He can't make these sounds."

The sounds of her loud, lewd gagging, the sounds of the bed creaking under them, the sound of his heavy frame smacking against her goddess like figure. She couldn't do ANYTHING against him. She just sat there, meeting his gaze, nails digging into the sheets and legs twitching after each and every thrust. He kissed the nape of her neck, let his teeth graze against her little ear.

"He can't stuff you full of cum. He can't make it pour out of you and make you feel stuffed. He can't make you TAKE IT."

She screamed against his fingers as he pushed himself in fully, and came. His cum coated her insides, and he swore he saw goosebumps on her skin as he poured more and more into her. He pulled out of her, having just enough to spill onto the small of her back. She was limp under him. Limp, but loving. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, only to have her hold his hand, and lick and kiss his skin and palm.

"Dios, he got papi so mad...~"

"Damn right he got me mad. He wants to fuck you like me."

She didn't mind the smear of fluids on her face, especially as she continued to make eye contact with him through the mirror.

"But he can't~...no one can fuck me and stuff me like Papi. I think you bruised my thighs."

"One, MY thighs. Two, I got the ass too, don't you worry."

He smacked her ass with his other palm, and she cried out in delight, cheeks flushed at the stinging feeling.

"Ay Papi, so upset~...you really think he can take me from you?"

"...kinda."

She sighed in almost exhaustion as she kept kissing.

"You're as dumb as you are sexy. He can't. Sure, he's sweet. And handsome. And he has so much hair. And he's got a big, big belly and hands-"

"Not helping."

"Oye, let me finish. He might have all of that, but he's not you. My husband, father to my kids. And mi papi, who takes such good care of me. He sees men who wants me, and reminds me of this."

His wife was so sweet. She was his sexy, sexy rock in his life. He sighed, feeling just a bit of jealousy leave his body.

"Gracias, Pepi. And I'm not against you guys being friends, obviously. I trust you."

"It WOULD be hot if he was involved, though."

He flicked her forehead in warning, despite her light swear.

"Hey, I'm still sticking by our no threeway rule. Any man touches you and I'm killing him."

"Does it count as a threeway if he just sits there and watches? All jealous? It'd be cute. He'd sit in a chair, pump his cock while you rub it in his face."

He wanted to say that was an awful idea, but. Well. He WOULD like other men to know they can't have Pepa.

"...we'll talk about it."

Pepa's smirk was huge. This girl really got whatever she wanted.

Whatever meat she wanted.